Wolves weren't the ones who did it. It was a human military squad that was chasing a pack of wolves that burned his city.
Old man Quent always tries to shoot me, but he is just very lonely. When I found him in the snow and laid next to him to keep him warm, he hugged me tight and called his dog's name while he cried. He isn't really a bad person.

Okay then, it won't be a problem.